Lillian POV
I gasped for air as I bolted away from my lump some might call a pillow. Damn. I thought as I came back to my senses and recognized my literal hole in the ground "home". It was that stupid dream again.
The first recurring dream I have ever had goes like this. I am being attacked by these robotic, cold "people" with a glaze over their eyes, but somehow I get away. I run and run and run until I collapse in the dirt. The android things are soon to follow and I can't get up. So I yell. I yell and scream and shout, trying simply to say help, but it never comes out. The only thing that ever actually escapes my panting lips is, "Michael... Michael..." I ask myself who Michael is, but I really don't know...
"Michael..."
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I Am Different
AventuraThis is about a young boy in a dystopian society who wants to make his world different like him.
